The cage was dark, the bricks cold, cracked stone, chipped and long faded. Doris was chained to the roof, his wrists hanging in the air. He was still in the clothes he wore as a villian, but they were in tatters now, soaked through with blood and grime.
The heroes had captured him a little while ago because he'd completely given up. Essentially, he'd handed himself over to them. Ever since, they'd tortured him relentlessly- not even for any specific reason.
Some heroes these were.
He was barely conscious when the whip came down, splitting through the air with a sharp whistle.
For a second, there was nothing. Then pain bloomed across his back, white-hot and searing. Then again. And again.
He was left limp against the restraints, breathing rapid and shallow.
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